...for attempted gratitude. we have a secret trashcan agent in our new neighborhood who rolls our big greens in for us each week. although i have my suspicions {super cute old man joe from next door}, i can't confirm anything. so last week, i wrote a note and taped it to the trashcan as a we know what you're doing and we appreciate you
as i left for work friday morning and saw the trashcan waiting there with my note, i felt encouraged. encouraged that people still practice random acts of kindness for relative strangers. it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
and then i watched in horror as our front lawn sprinklers came on and drenched both trashcan and note with water.
can't win 'em all.
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